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’ ‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his corner of the little square of linen. She resolved not to allow him or her hunger detract from the performance at hand, as it would be a special one, an evening to be remembered in the gray days to follow like a precious jewel. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and sniffed. I hated the stuff. Great stone staircases leading no one knew whither, and long gloomy passages, impressed the occasional visitor with the idea that he was traversing a building of vast extent; and, though this was not the case in reality, the deception was so cleverly contrived that it seldom failed of producing the intended effect. She was beautiful once, Lucia. He was alone, hatless and without his boots, and he held a wicked-looking French-made duelling pistol, covered in silver and gold— property no doubt, was Melusine’s fleeting thought, of the late vicomte. “I always get off here and lean over that rail for a bit.
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